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(This was my second essay for my college Comp 1 course. I think I went outside the parameters of the assignment and a little off the deep end. I was supposed to write a simple comparative essay.)
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John F. Scheer
Amy Handy
English 1301
June 22, 2010
Squirrels vs. Lobsters
Today we are looking at whether to befriend squirrels or lobsters. Or to put it differently; whether to befriend people who are Squirrel-ish vs. people who are Lobster-ish. While academics demand clear and concise arguments, they still need to be entertained once and a while. Hopefully this essay accomplishes both. I am using allegory to express my points and by the end you will know who is more amiable, a squirrel or a lobster.
Squirrels are well adjusted and sincere, that’s why they make better friends than lobsters. Squirrels sacrifice their own pride and are willing to laugh at themselves just a bit, they quickly find themselves surrounded by people that love and care for them and their “abnormalities.” Lobsters say they want friendship but never follow through on doing the work. They have greater difficulty building solid lasting relationships. They struggle with letting go of all the fears of what they might loose or what the other will think once that person really gets to know you.
Being a lobster, I can tell you without a doubt that squirrels make better friends. When a lobster invites you over for dinner the first thing you smell is the ocean, salt water brine and rotting organic matter from various flora and fauna. You glance around nervously looking for where you should sit, but all you can see are a couple of rocks and a bed of seaweed scattered about. Not to mention the temperature, how could anyone but a lobster be comfortable in those arctic depths? The lobster stares at you blankly like a deer in the headlights, opens his mouth slightly as if to say something to put you at ease but quickly shuts it again and looks awkwardly at the sandy floor. You clear your throat and lean in for an awkward hug but the lobster shies away either because he’s cold blooded or he’s afraid of accidentally pinching you. You then force yourself to say, “Sooo, what’s for dinner?”
Being a scavenger, the lobster nods with an uncomfortable sideways glance to the cornucopia of rotting carrion and ocean plants.
“Oh, uh help yourself,” he says. You then try and fake an emergency phone call from your niece about your brother being in a car accident, but in mid farce you and your crustaceous comrade simultaneously realize that there is no cell phone reception on the bottom of the ocean. Your four eyes lock and the intolerable awkwardness continues.
What happens when you meet the lobster at the park while you are both walking your pets? As you see him approaching, you franticly look for an escape. You look to the left and right of the trail, but there are little signs that say, “Please don’t walk on the grass.”
“They’re just signs!” You think. But suddenly the gardener is squatting there and looking straight at you as if to say, “Don’t even think about it bubba.” You glance down the path again. Seeing the lobster coming closer and closer, the knot in your throat growing bigger and bigger, the cold lines of sweat run faster and faster down your body. You swallow the unbearable knot in your throat and look for a distraction. Luckily, George, your dog, starts relieving himself on the trail. This was probably the first time you ever actually looked forward to picking up after your dog. While bagging the waste, the lobster walks up behind you, clears his throat and says, “Hey what are you up to?”
You take a long pause and just before it begins to seem like you’re ignoring him you whip around and say, “Just walking my dog. What about you?” His antennas spell out the word, I-N-C-R-E-D-U-L-O-U-S.
“I’m walking my krill,” he responds. Then you notice the seemingly empty fish bowl in his claw and, as if reading your mind, he says, “Yeah, they’re pretty small animals.” Trying to move on you start talking about the gulf oil spill, gesturing with your arms out of nervous compulsion, flailing them about in flamboyant fashion to signify that you are feeling completely calm and comfortable with this meeting, but are still disgusted with the tragedy. Mid flail the doggy bag breaks, its contents make a slow motion arc through the air and land directly at the shoes of the intolerable gardener. But instead of laughing and making a joke out of it like a squirrel might do, the lobster just stands there with his eyes bugging out of his shell and his hind left leg nervously ticking on the gravel. Where’s a squirrel when you need one?
Or what about when you find yourself volunteering at the soup kitchen, standing elbow to claw with this decadent decapod? You try and keep your own eyes focused on portion control, line speed and making polite small talk with the food recipients. This is so that you don’t seem haughty. You can’t help noticing out of the corner of your eye, the lobster’s eyes are fixated on the soup; his mouth keeps smacking as if from over salivation. He is handing out considerably smaller and smaller portions of food than anyone else; no doubt he is hoping for leftovers. The food recipient’s eyes keep glazing over as they pass the lobster’s food station. They keep unconsciously licking their lips, not while staring at the soup, but while staring at the lobster. They envision him on a platter or sitting in the soup bowl instead of serving it. The lobster keeps taking “smoke” breaks because he says that all the staring is making him anxious. Though, you know he’s going into the kitchen to check for leftovers or rooting around the dumpster for a tasty treat. All the other volunteers keep giving each other knowing glances whenever anyone asks “Have you seen lobster around?” But no one is willing to call him out on his un-philanthropic behavior. Being good idealists they just believe that Karma will get him in the end. Being a lobster, no doubt it will.
A squirrel on the other hand is a horse of a different color. After a long hard day of making coffee seem interesting, and your own personality warm and inviting, you walk to your door stoop. The squirrel pops his head out and hollers down in a tone, cheerful, yet relaxed for a squirrel, “ `Ello guvna! `Ow about after you get settled in, you come up for a wee bit o’ herbal tea?” You detect no presumption or expectation in his voice, just wanting a bit for some company. So you tell him, yes, you’d be delighted. Now after a quick refresh and change of clothes, you go ahead and put yourself up in the cozy doorway of the squirrel drey, which resides in the tree above your house.
The sun is setting and you can still feel a hint of warmth from it as a gentle breeze caresses your nostrils with a hint of apples and cinnamon from the squirrel’s warmly lit home. Before you’re able to knock on the door, he opens, almost bowls you over with a satchel of leftovers for the birds, and is surprised to see you standing there. “Oh pardon me chap!” He exclaims with a smile, not a hint of awkward reservation in his voice. If this were lobster’s house though you might be thinking that he was standing there behind the door peeping and waiting with a trash bag to make it seem as though he were just on his way out. But this thought quickly fades as the sweet smell of herbs de provance fills your head and the gentle rumble of a stew invades your ears. He invites you in and immediately you notice how comfortable yet not overwhelmingly tidy the little drey appears. The squirrel invites you out onto his deck. He quickly scurries back in and returns with a tray of steaming acorn and vegetable stew and two cups of cinnamon apple spice tea. You thought you were full from the three black bean tacos you picked up earlier, but somehow the aroma of the stew and tea make you realize you’re hungry again. After a light meal and hearty conversation, you give the tell tale grunts and sighs that say, “I enjoyed myself thoroughly, but it’s time to go.”
“Well I better not keep you up too late since you’ve got an early morning ahead of you,” says the squirrel. You and the squirrel say “tatah” and you both retire for a satisfied slumber.
If you were locked up in your home all day writing an essay about squirrels vs. lobsters, who would you ask to meet up for coffee, a brisk walk and some nutty conversation to clear your head? A squirrel perhaps could pull it off. You are walking down Main Street to the coffee shop and just before you get to the door you feel your back pocket and realize with chagrin, you left your wallet sitting on the banister at the bottom of the stairs. You even put it there so you wouldn’t forget it on accident and cause an embarrassing situation with the squirrel. But now not wanting to make the squirrel wait, you decide to pretend that you already had coffee at home and didn’t want anything anyway.
The bell chimes as you walk in and so does the squirrel’s grin as he gets up from the table. You both embrace for a tasteful “manly” hug. “What are getting today?” He asks.
“Oh I had some coffee this morning. I’m good.” You respond.
“Oh bollocks, I got your tab. I’m certainly not gonna sit here drinking coffee alone.” Says the squirrel. You give a sheepish smile and order. The squirrel elbows you in the ribs and says, “I bet you left your wallet on the banister at the bottom of the stair.” You both bust up laughing because you know it’s true and he’s just that kind of friend, that knows your quirks and that just makes him like you more.
When you feel inspired to do something positive for the community, who would you invite to plant trees on Arbor Day, a lobster or a squirrel? Squirrels are naturally community oriented and spiritual. A squirrel scurries around hiding acorns, then forgetting where he put them, looks for another and forgets where that one was planted and the cycle continues. Before you know it, the squirrel has planted an entire forest out of pure forgetfulness and nonattachment to worldly possessions. Century after century, as those acorns grow into towering oak trees, the squirrel has built hundreds of squirrel homes for future squirrel generations. On top of that, these are “green” homes that repair the ozone layer and give us the air we breathe. How could you ask for more from a squirrel?
A squirrel, always forgetting where he buried his acorns, may have a little short term memory loss. He may even have some ADD, jumping from branch to branch in search of another acorn, but surely you can see these don’t detract from a meaningful friendship between you and him? So I ask you who of these two creatures would you prefer to call “friend”? I know for me, claws down, squirrels make better friends.
Thank you very much.
St. Seraphim of Sarov asked for these remarkable words to be inscribed on his tombstone and they make me weep:
“When I am dead, come to me at my grave, and the more often the better. Whatever is on your soul, whatever may have happened to you, come to me as when I was alive, and kneeling on the ground, cast all your bitterness upon my grave. Tell me everything and I shall listen to you, and all the bitterness will fly away from you. And as you spoke to me when I was alive, do so now. For I am living, and I shall be for ever.”
It was love at first sight.. er read.. with him. It may seem kinda early but he seems like he might become my patron saint. It’s like my heart seems to just naturally/ mystically open to him, in spite of all the scar tissue and heart break. He is able to access the broken parts that seem completely impervious to myself otherwise. It’s so amazing how much Love flows through him. I struggle a lot with loving customers at work. In my job I get really tired of people… dealing with all their scruples, selfishness and caffeine addiction backlash, etc. (Don’t get between an addict and their drug, unless you’re ready for a fight. “Just say Yes!” as the sbux motto goes.) He had hundreds of people visiting him daily and he never tired of them, always happy to see them. I already really love him and his life. Thanks be to God!
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What about the men who run about the countryside painting signs that say “Jesus saves” and “Prepare to meet God!” Have you ever seen one of them, and I wonder what goes on in their minds. Strangely, their signs do not make me think of Jesus, but of them. Or perhaps it is “their Jesus” who gets in the way and makes all thought of Jesus impossible. They wish to force their Jesus upon us, and He is perhaps only a projection of themselves. They seem to be at times threatening the world with judgment and at other times promising it mercy. But are they asking simply to be loved and recognized and valued, for themselves? In any case, their Jesus is quite different from mine. But because their concept is different, should I reject it in horror, with distaste? If I do, perhaps I reject something in my own self that I no longer recognize to be there. And in any case, if I can tolerate their Jesus then I can accept and love them. Or I can at least conceive of doing so. Let not their Jesus be a barrier between us, or they will be a barrier between us and Jesus.
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- Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation, Ch. 15 “Sentences”, pg. 106
My heart is a wine glass and only Allah can make it sing. Only He can fill it. Only His touch to the lips of my heart has the right pressure and friction to produce the resonance that makes it sing and shatter into a million pieces. Only the voice of God can speak my pieces back into the Oneness that can only be filled by Him. I long to be Sufi.
Whether I be Sufi or Christian, I don’t know. I know the basics of what I believe. I know what my heart believes. I know that my faith always seems to be walking on the razor’s edge. CERTAINLY i don’t boast with this. So much i wish i had a normal faith like everyone else that is easily “explainable”. Will I always struggle with this feeling of being an outcast? Jesus was an outcast, and look. So I should be thankful of my “problem” I guess. Maybe belonging to man’s delineation of God’s Kingdom is not my purpose. I don’t know. All I know is that Allah chooses to fill my cup through the Sufis and the Christians. For some reason I don’t find fullness in Sufism or Christianity alone. My cup is filled through Allah and Christ. I know my God, because even when I think I don’t, He knows me. I rest in that.
Christ is in our midst, Insha’Allah.
To be a manager at Starbucks always teaches me of the tension between justice and mercy, judgment and grace. It helps me to learn the subtlety of loving people, while still holding them accountable. That we be accountable to the corporation I could care less, fuck “The Corporation”. Rather that we would be accountable to God in our own hearts or (at least) to each other out of the intrinsic god-person in the core of each human heart (whether you acknowledge God or not). This tension constantly pulls at the sinews of this god-muscle.
So with that I present this chapter of Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet”
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Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, “Speak to us of Crime and Punishment.”
And he answered saying:
It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind,
That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself.
And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed.
Like the ocean is your god-self;
It remains for ever undefiled.
And like the ether it lifts but the winged.
Even like the sun is your god-self;
It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent.
But your god-self does not dwell alone in your being.
Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man,
But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening.
And of the man in you would I now speak.
For it is he and not your god-self nor the pigmy in the mist, that knows crime and the punishment of crime.
Oftentimes have I heard you speak of one who commits a wrong as though he were not one of you, but a stranger unto you and an intruder upon your world.
But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you,
So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.
And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree,
So the wrong-doer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all.
Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self.
You are the way and the wayfarers.
And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone.
Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone.
And this also, though the word lie heavy upon your hearts:
The murdered is not unaccountable for his own murder,
And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed.
The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked,
And the white-handed is not clean in the doings of the felon.
Yea, the guilty is oftentimes the victim of the injured,
And still more often the condemned is the burden-bearer for the guiltless and unblamed.
You cannot separate the just from the unjust and the good from the wicked;
For they stand together before the face of the sun even as the black thread and the white are woven together.
And when the black thread breaks, the weaver shall look into the whole cloth, and he shall examine the loom also.
If any of you would bring judgment the unfaithful wife,
Let him also weight the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements.
And let him who would lash the offender look unto the spirit of the offended.
And if any of you would punish in the name of righteousness and lay the ax unto the evil tree, let him see to its roots;
And verily he will find the roots of the good and the bad, the fruitful and the fruitless, all entwined together in the silent heart of the earth.
And you judges who would be just,
What judgment pronounce you upon him who though honest in the flesh yet is a thief in spirit?
What penalty lay you upon him who slays in the flesh yet is himself slain in the spirit?
And how prosecute you him who in action is a deceiver and an oppressor,
Yet who also is aggrieved and outraged?
And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?
Is not remorse the justice which is administered by that very law which you would fain serve?
Yet you cannot lay remorse upon the innocent nor lift it from the heart of the guilty.
Unbidden shall it call in the night, that men may wake and gaze upon themselves.
And you who would understand justice, how shall you unless you look upon all deeds in the fullness of light?
Only then shall you know that the erect and the fallen are but one man standing in twilight between the night of his pigmy-self and the day of his god-self,
And that the corner-stone of the temple is not higher than the lowest stone in its foundation.
After watching an Indian film (called, ‘Water’) about Hindu widows, my heart got to thinking and asking…
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“What if your conscience conflicts with your faith?”
–quote from ‘Water’“I used to think that God was Truth, but now I know that Truth is God.”
–Ghandi (paraphrased)
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If one seeks truth above all else, does one find God? Not necessarily…? Then how does one find Truth? Purely by God’s grace. Purely by God’s predestined grace!
Abraham was a righteous man. God loved and blessed him for his righteousness. How did Abraham find righteousness outside of ‘religion’? (The same goes for Buddha.) Why does everyone after him need religion to find righteousness? (what about relationship?) Is it about a guarantee or a ‘get out of jail free card’ or a ‘life insurance policy’? What does Jesus say about righteousness in the context of his cultural Judaism and outside that same context? Can we trust the ‘Christian Gospels’?
Legalism is bullshit, a mockery of the Truth and the Law. A mockery of the Heart. But what of purity? Is righteousness found in one Man? In returning to the purity of God’s creation that He called ‘Good’? In the many idols of mankind? Or in the act of TRYING?? Is it found in the depths of the longing of the Heart of Hearts? Is Righteousness found in the Heart? Can God put it there to be found if He so pleases? Does He do so in everyone? Where is righteousness to be found? How is righteousness to be found?
Questions are not a sign of doubt.
Doubt is not a lack of Faith.
Faith is not a sign of Truth.
Truth is not a lack of Questions.
…and the Dharma wheel turns…
Why do people seem to need a system to find God? Do people who search for God in a system really find Him?
Many people in the system will find God, Truth, Al-Haqq, but many may not. Many people outside the system will find God, Truth, Al-Haqq, but many may not. Are there no guarantees of God’s predestination to His Will? (this definitely isn’t a path for discipleship)
I feel like a spiritual or religious outcast. An untouchable. Caught between systems. I cling ever so tightly to the Lord of Outcasts and Untouchables, Jesus Christ, the Messiah, the Son of God and Man.
Once a friend of mine whom I love, said to me (i’m paraphrasing), “I pray that you don’t go down with the ship, I’m not suggesting anything, but I hope that if she decides to go down she doesn’t take you with her. All I’m saying is that you never know how thing’s will work out and you should be prepared for the possibility that your marriage may not work out.” Let me say I love this person and accept their advise from the standpoint of the their life experience. But I have to disagree… not with their stance as a realist, but with the reluctance to throw ones entire lot in with the body of Christ, though it is painful and gut-wrenching to say. I don’t mean to judge, but if the Body of Jesus cannot contain or exist in the downward spiral, death, despair, anxiety and depression, delusion, illusion of humanity… …then Jesus failed.
I believe he did not.
If I am to be christ to my wife as Christ is to His Body, then that means indeed going down with the ship if the ship is going down; Just as Christ went down with this earthship! And when all hope is lost, the new hope of the kingdom of God rises from the depths of the ocean that is the spirit and grace of God.
There are times I think I should have become a monk. That I could have learned more of God or become closer to Him or that my life would be more closely aligned with Him or that the sign of my trials… her trials… means I made a mistake and God is… or I am just reaping the the harvest of my choices. Really it’s a dream of a cop out. An addiction. Because I somehow think that then I wouldn’t have to face the hardship or suffering that I and my beloved face today. In addition there’s so much that I feel I would be the poorer for if I had not married Her. Frankly even though I have no experience in this and am a total fool saying this… But that is… that if followed with much love, dedication and sobriety of spirit, marriage to a wife is just as deeply and mystically refining, perfecting and rewarding as marriage to Christ through monasticism. It is marriage to Christ either way. One can be a David or Judas in both. One can be a saint or a satan in either.
The Truth is, when my beloved is suffering and I have to choose either shirking my love and covenant to her or swallowing my self-ness, fatigue, frustration, anger, resentment, bitterness… I cannot swallow anything really. The only way I am able to love my beloved in these moments (I am poor in myself, forgive me) is through Christ, through Christ living in me, through sacrificing my self with Christ in the moments of despair and rage and bitterness.
… and I fail miserably at this… the battle between forgiveness and bitterness, between rage and acceptance, erupts in my chest.
أيها الرب يسوع المسيح ابن الله, إرحمني أنا الخاطئ – Ayyuha-r-Rabbu Yasū` al-Masīħ, Ibnu-l-Lāh, irħamnī ana-l-khāti’ – Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner
I Love You,
Your Beloved
Thank you immensely for doing so.
So I’ve been thinking about and writing these thought down when they occur to me. It’s not very well hashed out just some fragments, but here’s what I’ve got so far…
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A disaffected voter. One day at the (in)famous coffee shop I work for, a “partner” of mine said, “If you don’t vote you can’t complain!” At the time this statement pissed me off so, and I responded, somewhat angrily, “That assumes that voting makes a difference!” and she pessimistically agreed, but then we were both left in despair. So what’s the full circle in this conversation that moves from death to life? In that moment I couldn’t put my finger on what pissed me off so much about her dogmatic assumption. But what I really meant was, “That statement assumes that voting changes the conditions in your life that you want changed!” Exterior change is what I think I need in order to feel supported and whole. So I assume that different exterior conditions will produce different interior results.
The Loss of Ritual.
Exterior cannot change the interior except through Ritual! Because ritual is an portal/effigy that points to a spiritual reality not seen with the eyes of the head, but with the eyes of the heart.
Election seems to be a kind of ritual on the surface. So why cannot it offer an interior change as other ritual do? It used to be a sacred ritual, but in recent years, even the last two hundred years, the money changers and thieves have entered the temple and set up shop. The effacement to the temple has caused Him to leave it in dust and seek other means. Upon His shoulders the government stands, as does it fall. Falling doesn’t mean falling apart but rather a changing of the guard. Changing from the Divine Guard to the guard of man and along comes mans corruption with him. (By NO MEANS am I suggesting that turning to some kind of Theocracy is the right way.) So all that’s left is a sterilized made for TV mockery of the true ritual. This worship of the profane and lack of truth is why the electoral process or the government itself has lost it’s power to enact interior change. Now I wouldn’t say that government should be religious. But it should be holy, with a lower case “h”, set apart. Respected and kept holy as ritual.
What do you expect to get from voting, politics, politicians or government? Health, peace, abundance, security, prosperity, fulfillment, hope, harmony? This list of expectations sound vaguely familiar to something Jesus talks about called, “The Reign of God.” “Render unto Cesar what is Cesar’s and to God what is His.”
Who or what do you put your trust in, god or man?
and to whom does your trust really belong to? God or Cesar? To whom do you give the fulfillment of your heart?
If there is One* Power… in the light of that One Power, what other power can have reality? There is no other power, no other reality that can exist along side that of Divine. Sure there are things we give power/reality to by giving assent to them, but aside from the power/reality we as co-creative human beings give to something other than the Divine, what other power is there?
The Reign of God IS. …a matter of realization obtained fully through the graces of God. “Those who have eyes to see, let them see and those who have ears to hear, let them hear.” or how about “Pick up your mat and walk. Upon hearing this the man picked up his mat and walked.” Your faith/trust/realization of Divine Reality has made you well. The Reign of God is NOW within you! Perception changes reality. Not just your own, but everyone else’s as well!
A false dichotomy. Reliance on men, politicians, governments. This man or that man, this politician or that politician, this government or that government, this dogma or that dogma. The Truth will set you free. Truth is non dogmatic, but essential (of essence) and transmutational in nature. In my experience Real Truth seem to always present itself as non-dualistic and paradoxical.
A “falser” dichotomy. Having to choose between reliance on man or reliance on God. God works through all things. The weight of circumstantial and relational issues seems to try to do a great deal to keep me occupied and out of direct service of the Creator Messiah. I say “direct” as opposed to “indirect”, for who can escape the Oneness of God? There is nothing else. Consequently we all play a role in service to Creator, willing or unwilling… But to be sure you cannot recognize this “falser” dichotomy until you recognize the One Power. For to start from the “falser” dichotomy would be still de/illusion.
Why Vote?
I don’t know yet. Let you know when I figure that one out.
Seeking the Truth
“If you asked Jesus if you should seek after truth or seek after himself. He would tell you to seek after the truth”, because somehow the Truth keeps getting found in this God-man. The more I seek the truth through other realizations the more often I come back to Jesus and see how the One Power transmutes the truth throughout everything. This constant returning to Jesus doesn’t lessen the importance of my path through other ways, nor does it diminish the Truth of Jesus. One upholds the other, one cyclically bolsters the other in a mysterious and wonderful way of death and resurrection. This no doubt is only by God’s grace.
Living with Doubt
Go to the Death. To really go to the Death of Jesus, means so much more than most (myself included) even dare to think of. Jesus the divine, the epitome of humanity DIES! God in man dies! CAN YOU HEAR ME???!!!! When Jesus was crucified, every human being was crucified. When Jesus rose from the dead, so did every single human being. Why is there division? Why is there wheat and chaff? It goes back to realization. Every person is already purified by the sacrifice of The Lamb. Perception changes reality. If you can’t go to the Death of Humanity, you can’t reach the Resurrection of it either!!!! Shit this lands on me like a ton of bricks! I love you! Every time I think about Jesus dying on the cross, I never really believe he dies! Because three days later he is raised from the dead. I never really believe he rises because I never really believe he dies. Resurrection is “simply inconceivable!” Jesus’ Death is simply inconceivable if he showed up alive three days later! You have to go to the Death! Without death you’re never even born! Go to the Death FIRST!
In this world we think birth moves toward death, but in Reality we all move through Death towards Birth. The delusion of birth toward death is another example of this upside down kingdom. And maybe it’s that the perception of the process of human life is paradoxical/non-dualistic. Maybe truth is the axle that lies at the center of these two dichotomies, Birth to Death or Death to Birth. Or maybe it’s late at night and I need to go to bed. Yes grasshopper!
* (“One” is not commenting on triune nature/relationship, “One” rather speaks to the Unity of the Divine, since all persons are of the same essence/matter)
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